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Post by Alexander de Romanius on Aug 27, 2016 4:20:56 GMT
The young master had managed to commandeer the most impressive vehicle in his father’s collection, sleek lines from a solid black Aston Martin One-77 barely made it through narrow streets of Nagasaki; thank the goddess for GPS. Yes the young man grew up here for the most part but never really drove around per say, the fear of getting lost was strong since Aislin was the one Alexander was off to see.
It’s going to be amazing or so the youth kept telling himself, this strangest of feelings kept crashing against him; honestly it was surprising that the old man hadn’t given him some massive talk about keeping close to Kindred. It hadn’t happened but he knew it was going to, all the same the old man let him go out while father and mother went on a date night; this of course was mostly white noise in his mind.
Young master Alexander could only think of her, the fiery beauty though cold to the touch; these idol thoughts almost made him run a red light. Kindly the middle aged Frenchman had gathered the address of the hotel the Prince put the fiery Kindred, quite grateful she wasn’t stuck with the Prince; Aislin was prefect to be around but the others not so much. Though it felt like forever, that ravishing vehicle finally brought the Carpathian where he needed to me; hopefully he remembered to tell her when he’d be there or what he was driving.
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Post by Aislin Locke on Aug 27, 2016 5:32:31 GMT
As a well respected guest of the Prince, it was rare for Aislin to venture outside of the security of the O'Connor manor. While inside those walls, nothing could touch her... and considering the ginger's pacifistic nature, the additional protection served her just fine. The thought of raising a hand against somebody made her pale skin crawl with discomfort. She had inherited her father's love and didn't want to hurt something when she could just as easily nurture it, to help it to flourish.
Of course, nurturing anything in Nagasaki was difficult. If she wanted to escape the oppression that was the ever present Masquerade and the pressure the war rained down on her, she needed to leave the city limits of Nagasaki. She did so regularly, having chosen a rather lush hotel. Despite being the daughter of two woodland creatures, Aislin enjoyed the occasional finer things in life.
She was wandering about her room, reserved and on the thirteenth floor, her bare feet sinking into the warm carpet. She wore a white peasant skirt that flowed around her slender frame, and a simple green top that made her hair seem to shine. She looked beautiful in the simple, hippie attire, with her violin cradled delicately in one hand. She looked ethereal, supernatural, in her beauty as she approached the window, staring out to watch as lights came and went, wondering which set would bring Alexander to her.
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Post by Alexander de Romanius on Aug 27, 2016 5:43:39 GMT
A valet rushed up to the pristine one in one hundred Aston with a giddy look on their face, the youth snapped into action so quickly he did even really think about it; Alexander spouting out a few crass words in Japanese. He had promised the old man that no one but him would drive the car let alone touch it, honestly the boy felt the elder loved the car more than him; on the other side of that Hecate would ream the old man.
Given the rush of emotions going inside wasn’t something he felt like doing, dealing with the human element was easier out in the open; dashing about looking for something. He could feel her in there, corner room… 13th floor from what he could guess; a small piece of loose gravel caught his eye. Making the silliest of faces before pitching it at the closet window he was sure he could hit, screaming aloud in Japanese this time caring little for who could hear him; “Chotto daun koko ni utsukushidesu!!!” (Hey beautiful down here)
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Post by Aislin Locke on Aug 27, 2016 5:52:47 GMT
The sound of the rock hitting the window made her startle. She had just moved to it, to seek the comfort of the Carpathian man that had greeted her so enthusiastically. Her fingers rose to caress her lips, as if she could still feel the kiss there. She couldn't help but smile.
Turning from the Window, she hurried out into the hall, leaving her precious violin on the bed, safe. An elevator waited for her and she wasted no time scurrying in, requesting the lobby floor. She had endless amounts of patience, but the closer she drew, the more desperate she became. She began to rock onto her toes, preparing to bolt, to run to him.
The moment the doors opened with a soft ding, she freed herself from the tiny room, running to him. She had the intent of wrapping both arms around him, of using her momentum to crash into him and kiss him with the same amount of passion and excitement as he had shown her before.
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Post by Alexander de Romanius on Aug 27, 2016 6:08:04 GMT
There in the night carried the sounds of the city, all he could hear was the sound of his heart; the very aura she carried all around her washed over him again and again; though the strange show got a few looks from the Kine. Little flairs being made by his nostrils as following the scent was second nature, every inch of him coiling like a spring.
Seconds felt like centuries, then in a burst of life the youth found himself catching the young miss midair; a literal rush of wind spin down the street as the kiss connected. The two falling against the Aston as they seemed to endlessly linger in one another’s embrace, a stupid grin taking to that lovely visage whilst he spoke. “I’m glad to see you too, Aislin.”
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Post by Aislin Locke on Aug 31, 2016 2:49:44 GMT
Light laughter tinkled through the air, like a Christmas bell, beautiful enough to gift an angel it's wings, as she clung to the madman that had claimed her affections. She barely knew the Carpathian traditions, but her mother had birthed no fool. She could see the way the Kindred of the City responded to his kind, and the way even his gentle soul of a mother responded to their closeness. It was easy to figure there was something forbidden about the way he looked at her, and yet he threw caution to the wind. A madman, indeed.
"Alexander, darling, I almost thought you had forgotten me," she teased, the feathers braided into her hair tickling her cheek as she leaned back enough to look into the violet of his eyes. Having finally seen the mother he spoke so highly of, she could finally see the uncanny resemblance. In a way, it made her undead heart ache; her sister, Finley, had gotten most of Inuko Locke's endearing features.
Delicately, she caressed his cheek with cool fingers, having forgotten about the world that continued to exist all around them. First love was often the most encompassing, and the redheaded musician found she was no exception. She hadn't ever had a suitor pay her so much attention... Nor had she had a man so accepting of hers.
"I've heard you're more familiar with this City than I am, so I hope you take no offense. My sister in blood suggested an evening I think you'd enjoy, and I hoped to... surprise you. I'm not certain if she will be there. She is often far too occupied with her love to stray far from their cabin."
Plus, the giant fox tail kind of gave her away, if the half incoherent ramblings didn't draw attention first.
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Post by Alexander de Romanius on Oct 7, 2016 1:00:41 GMT
Beyond mind and body were the only ways to describe all that transpired in his mind, there was a pull from something he could not put words to; so much left him without words. How he felt for the Kindred, a call of nature radiating from the earth beneath their feet; the ebb and flow of his parents own life forces. The Kine finally stopped their long gazes and moved on, thought all the same the youth was certain the two of them made one hell of a sight to behold. Alexander thoughtlessly leaned into the embrace that chilled the flesh upon the cheek, a little kiss was stolen before the ravishing ginger had been rested onto the ground; so much light in those violet hues as they kept fixed upon her.
Spinning around on the heel of his Chucks the boy bounced over to open the car door, eyes still fixed firmly on the girl; bringing another smile to that brilliant visage. "I'd never forget about you, Aislin." A motion was made to convey to the lady the way was clear for her, tilting the head ever. "I was born here, Father couldn't move Mother any afterwards so we stand... or at least I did. Though if you have something fun in mind, I'd love to here it. We have the rarest toy in my dads collection and a whole night to ourselves"
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Post by Aislin Locke on Oct 8, 2016 3:01:29 GMT
As he spun her around, she clung to his shoulders, laughing with the kind of mirth and glee that could only come with one's first love. Untainted by heartbreak, it was something that people often spent their entire lives attempting to recapture; Aislin had never felt so excitable, so happy, nor so alive. As the strange, unearthly creature she was, most of her childhood was spent in the solitude of Hell, where the Fallen could experiment and observe. Wrapped in the thin arms of her Carpathian companion, she was finally able to feel the naive glee she had been denied.
Steadying herself as her feet touched the ground, she gazed upon Alexander with the green eyes of her father, a wide-spread smile consuming most of her freckled face. He would never forget about her, he said... Her undead heart squeezed in her chest. She had spent so long terrified of that, of being so forgettable that she'd simply fade from the mind of anybody she was not physically around, and in that one sentence... His conviction put all of her fears to rest.
She danced towards the open door that awaited her, light on her feet and brimming with obvious grace. It was a rare occurrence that she was seen without the beautiful case that housed her father's violin, but she seemed just as comfortable with a youthful violet eyed man on her arm instead. She felt no need to idly grab for something that was not there: a fact she had yet to notice. She was, instead, entirely focused on what Alexander said. His willingness to acquiesce to Rumor's suggestion brightened the colors in her eyes. She was uncertain how the night would go, but it certainly held promise.
"The art museum is having a very special night," Aislin murmured, slipping into the comfortable seat of the car. She knew very little about anything mechanical, and cars, she knew even less about. She spent most of her time in the forests, around monks and the like. "Apparently, they are featuring a few things from... local talent. There is even champagne, which I've been assured access to, if you'd like." No identification required.
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